I was pacing. Fast. And fidgeting, but I couldn't help it. This would be the single most awkward night of my life. It was one of those situations that are so unfamiliar, they almost seemed like an out of body experience.
I was getting married in a week you see. My fiancé, Bash, and I had been together ever since college. We had a good, steady relationship. We were friends for a long time before we started dating, understood each other and hardly ever fought. I was convinced I had made the right choice in accepting to marry him. Long story short, tonight was my bachelorette party.
I was feeling rather nervous about it. Kenna, one of my friends had booked an obscure little bar in town that held this type of parties. Male strippers, graphic cakes, you name it. My nervousness was quickly turning to panic. I can't say I am particularly wild sexually. Actually I'm basically a prude. Bash had only been my second boyfriend.
My first being Francis, the boy I grew up with. He had been my boyfriend since seventh grade and we lost our virginities to each other on junior year of high school. He was my childhood friend, my first kiss, my first time, my first love. I loved him so much, I used to feel a strange twinge of pain every time I saw him, even though we had been together most of our lives, either as playmates, friends or lovers.
But on our senior year he started distancing himself, saying that he thought we should see other people. That we were too young for this kind of commitment. It was the worst pain I had ever endured. I had never even considered a life without him. I grew up with the firm belief that I was his and he was mine. And in my innocence, I expected that to last forever. But with time I got over it… for the most part.
Given my very limited experience, a night of sexual extravaganza should have repelled me. But I wanted this. I didn't know what was driving me. Probably the same thing that was driving Bash. The knowledge that we would only be with each other for the rest of our lives. Oh yes I wanted this.
I was at still in my apartment. Kenna , Greer and Lola were already at the bar where we were supposed to meet. I stayed up behind trying to calm my nerves down. My friends would help me do this. My friends since I was six. They were overly enthusiastic about my get out of jail free card. Unfortunately, none of them were overly enthusiastic about the wedding.
They thought I was making a mistake, that I didn't love Bash enough and that he would never be able to make me truly happy. Which was nonsense. Bash was a great guy and he was crazy about me. With him I would never have to worry that he would leave me and even if he did, it wouldn't hurt as much. No, I had learned my lesson a long time ago. Keep it safe. That's the only way to stay sane.
Suddenly the bell rang. I was so startled I nearly jumped. I grabbed my purse and went to answer the door, figuring I might as well get going too. As soon as the door opened, I froze.
A pair of celestial blue eyes met mine for the first time in years….